Early this morning I was cleaning out some closets when I came across a box of old pictures from High School...you know the kind...the ones where you are 20 lbs lighter and in a bikini (hence the reason they are hidden in a box in the closet).
So I started looking at them and remembering the days when I would consider my stomach my best feature..Now it wasn't all six packed out but it was nice and flat and my belly button was, well as cute as a button.
I must admit this probably wasn't the best time to be looking at these pictures because when I looked down I realized that I still had my sweatpants on. On one of my legs there was a spot where I wiped off some formula and on my other leg was some left over breakfast in the shape of Miles hand. So yes you can guess I started feeling sorry for myself, pining over my long lost stomach.
But then I got up and decided, no big deal I would just have to come up with another best feature..so the search began. First I started with my hands..they looked okay, despite the chipped nail polish (my friend Jill would be so disappointed). Then I skipped over the rest of my body and looked at my feet. Yep they were kinda of cute...but I still couldn't get over that mental picture of what my stomach was like before I had my sweet babies.
Then it hit me like a ton of bricks..you know what my stomach can still be my best feature because before it was all flat and boring...but NOW it tells a story on how each of my precious boys made their way into this world and into my arms.
C-section scar number one and a majority of my stretch marks are the makings of this little bugger we named Keegan.
I love the look on my husbands face each time he got to hold each one of his sons for the first time...priceless.
Then as I scan my stomach, I come across the largest of my C-section scars...and smile because even though it was one of the most terrifying experiences and the most painful deliveries..it was all worth it because Miles came out fighting:)
Poor little bugger, he spent a week in the NICU...but like then he is still a little spit fire:)
Then my third and last C-section scar...brings a tear to my eye..because out of it came my last baby Lennon..sweet sweet Lennon.
He is such a joy!
So even though my stomach isn't quite like it use to be (okay it has totally taken a whole new shape and face)...I still wouldn't change it for the World because it stretched beyond limits and housed three precious lives for nine months...It is a daily reminder of the blessings I like to call the "Wolf Pack"